"But-" Words were useless, but the bitterness inside him forced the words to come from him. "But why? I am God!"
For a moment, something akin to sadness and pity was in the eyes of the Usurper. Then it passed as the answer came. "I know. But I am Man. Come!"
He bowed at last, silently, and followed slowly as the yellow sun sank behind the walls of the garden.
And then a girl leaped from behind a tree too narrow to have hidden her from view and kicked Man in his resplendent balls.
A bewildered God perceived what appeared to be an old-type female Usurper, scarcely waist-high on a modern human, wearing peculiar clothes and a ribbon in her hair. She held out a hand.
"Ow! My genitalia!"
"Come with me if you want to live," she said, assuming an accent which hadn't been heard anywhere in the universe for several million years.
"I'm the product of ages of biological engineering and cybernetic enhancements! Being kicked in the balls shouldn't hurt this bad!"
God had never tried to create a stone so heavy He could not lift it, but He wondered if He had managed to create a hallucinogen so potent it would give even Him a bad trip. It would certainly explain recent events.
The impossible female, now looking somewhat annoyed, grabbed His hand (which surprised Him: He had been pretty non-physical a second ago. He also found He seemed to have acquired a long white beard, for entirely indiscernible reasons)…
"I mean, I can't even shut off my pain receptors! Yeoouch!"
…and pulled Him right out of the universe.
They fell through an endless darkness in which ancient dim galaxies spun.
"Who are you? Why are you helping me?"
"We Gods should stick together, ne?" She grinned and God began to contemplate certain metaphors akin to those involving frying pans and fires. "Besides - I find Lester Del Rey's use of allegory truly Anvilicious!"